Title: Kurt Anderson and Blaine Hummel
Author: pukaroxliza
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, with mention of one sided Blaine/Sebastian.
Chapter: 11/16
Word Count: 5468
Spoilers: Sebastian and Chandler exist.
Warnings: completely AU, language (lot's of language), angst (more from Blaine but also some from Kurt), a bit of blurring the lines between seasons, messing up American geography- ie Lima and Westerville are about 10 minutes away in this. Underage drinking and smoking.
Summary: Meet Kurt Anderson and Blaine Hummel. Their lives are not what they thought they'd be.
Authors Note: I'm so sorry that this chapter took so long to get out. I literally have no excuses other than lack of motivation and school. I cannot promise quicker updates, but I can promise that I hope to update more often. No matter what though, I swear I will finish this story. Thanks as always to the wonderful Loki Firefox for being my beta! If you're still around, enjoy (:
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Kurt arrived at Blaine's house a little after noon. He felt bad for skipping class, and his parents would probably be inviting him over for dinner as soon as they heard about it, but Blaine had texted him the previous night asking him to come over as soon as he could. He would have left earlier than he did but Sebastian had been practically stalking him and honestly he was a little worried that he would follow him to Lima.

Sebastian had been weird the past couple of weeks. After their fight before Kurt and Blaine's first date he had kept his distance, managing to stay as far away from Kurt as possible (which was actually quite difficult, considering they had almost every class together and they were roommates). However after two weeks of that Sebastian had tried talking to him again. He kept sneaking up on him and doing annoying things like hugging him from behind, kissing him on the cheek and practically begging Kurt to go to Scandal's with him.

Kurt had ignored him. He didn't say anything if he could manage it, but when Sebastian got persistent he would just say he had plans with Blaine (which was normally true anyway) and walk away. If he didn't know any better he would think that Sebastian had a crush on him; but he did know better, and he knew that Sebastian still considered him his best friend and he didn't like his things being taken from him.

It was like Sebastian knew he had plans though. He had followed him to breakfast, to first period and then, annoyingly, to second period as well. He kept trying to talk to him, saying things about how excited he was about the Warbler party that weekend and wasn't Kurt just so excited to be going with his boyfriend? Kurt had gritted his teeth and pretended he didn't hear him.

He finally managed to shake him when they were on their way to third period. He'd texted Sam during second period, begging him to distract Sebastian for just a couple of minutes between classes. It had taken some convincing (Sam had just recently gotten together with Jeff, and he was really embarrassed about his past with Sebastian) but he had finally agreed. Kurt texted him a quick thank you when Sebastian walked away from him, yelling that he would talk to him later. He'd then gotten to his car as quickly as possible and driven to Lima.

However, standing in front of Blaine's house at 12pm... He was starting to wonder if skipping had been such a good idea. Sure Blaine would definitely be home, but that meant that Blaine's dad might be home. Blaine had mentioned once that his dad ran his own business, Hummel Tires and Lube, but that some days he stayed home to help Blaine with his homework.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out instantly, thankful for the distraction.

Are you standing in front of my door? Or did your clone from the future finally track me down? -B

Kurt snickered and went to answer when the front door opened in front of him. Blaine was standing in front of him, still wearing pyjamas, with a small, hesitant smile on his face. Kurt instantly kissed it away.

"Hey," he said when they pulled apart, a hand still resting on the nape of Blaine's neck where his skin was warm. Blaine looked breathless, eyes wide, the smile completely wiped from his face.

"Hey yourself," he spoke quietly, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?"

Kurt bit his lip and then looked around, "Is your dad here?" Blaine shook his head, "Awesome. Are you going to let me in then? It's sort of cold out."

Blaine stepped aside so that he was partially covered by the door. Kurt stepped into the house, shedding his coat as soon as he could. Blaine took it for him, hung it up in a closet and then turned to look at him, a small smile on his face.

"I'm still in my pyjamas." he said, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt. Kurt grinned before he stepped towards him and pulled him into a deep kiss. He heard Blaine's intake of breath, something that happened almost every time they kissed that he didn't think he'd ever be tired of. Smirking into the kiss he slipped his tongue past Blaine's lips to caress Blaine's for a few seconds before he ended the kiss, realizing that Blaine wasn't reciprocating.

"You look great," he assured, looking the younger boy over, wondering if something had happened. Blaine didn't seem to notice his curiosity.

"Thanks, but I still wish I had dressed up a bit more. If I had known you were coming this early..." he trailed off, a frown taking over his face, "Shouldn't you be in class right now?"

"AP English," he shrugged, "But I'm not. You said to come as soon as I could, so here I am."

Blaine blushed, "I meant to come as soon as you could after school. I don't want you to get in trouble, especially not for me."

"You're worth it," Kurt pecked him on the lips, "Now, tell me what's got you freaked. I didn't drive all this way for nothing," he grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him towards Blaine's room in the basement. Blaine followed without an argument. When they reached his room Kurt instantly fell on the bed. Blaine glanced at him, took a step towards the bed as if he were going to join him but then shook his head minutely and sat down at his desk.

Kurt pouted a bit at that but didn't say anything.

"Okay well..." Blaine crossed his legs on the chair. Kurt loved how adorable he looked. Not that he didn't always look adorable, but for some reason he looked especially adorable in his flannel pyjamas and bright pink slippers, "You already know that Quinn got kicked out of her house yesterday."

Kurt nodded instantly, "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Or as fine as someone in her situation can be. But, well... My dad went out later and Quinn sort of had a freak out because she had left her moisturizer at her house. Um... So I told her that I would go get the cream for her."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up, "Oh my God, did you run into those assholes? Because I swear to God-"

"No!" Blaine shook his head instantly, "No, I drove out to Westerville to make sure I didn't see any of them. But... Well, um..." he shifted, obviously uncomfortable, "I ran into Sebastian."

"Sebastian... As in Sebastian Smythe? My roommate Sebastian?" Blaine nodded, "What the fuck was he doing there?" Blaine went to respond but Kurt shook his head, "Nope. Condoms, forgot they sold those at pharmacies."

Blaine started chewing on his bottom lip, "Yeah. He was... Um. Anyway. He came up to me and we... talked. For a while."

Kurt stood up and took a cautious step towards him, "You talked? What the hell would that asshat have to say to you?" Blaine fidgeted in his chair, which sent off every alarm in Kurt's mind. He didn't like this. He didn't like it one bit.

"Nothing, really. He was just-" he trailed off when Kurt closed the distance between them, kneeling down so that he was staring right into Blaine's eyes. He looked away, "He hit on me."

Kurt stood up and headed towards the door, his hands already clenched in tight fists. He could not believe it. He couldn't believe that someone he had once considered his best friend would stoop so low. First he made Blaine cry, then he insulted Kurt and kissed him against his will right before his first date with Blaine, and now he was hitting on his boy- on Blaine? Enough was enough.

A hand came to rest on his arm, immediately stopping him, "Please don't be mad," Blaine whispered. He was staring up at him with wide, worried eyes. Kurt sighed and placed his arms around Blaine's shoulders, clasping his hands behind Blaine's neck.

"I'm not mad at you," he assured, attempting to calm himself down for Blaine's sake, "I swear, I'm not. I'm just- Where does he get off thinking he can treat you like shit and then show up out of the blue and-" he let out an exasperated yell. He noticed Blaine was avoiding his gaze, and ducked his head slightly, trying to catch Blaine's eyes. This turned out to be a bit of a challenge as Blaine seemed to want to do anything but that. Kurt licked his lips absentmindedly, "Did something else happen?"

Blaine's eyes met his as soon as he said it, wide and frightened, as if Kurt had asked him to murder his own father. Kurt's heart stuttered in his chest, "Not-" Blaine looked away, his cheeks turning pink, "Not really. He just... Some of the things he said..." he shook his head as Kurt stepped closer to him, tightening his arms around Blaine's neck.

"What did he say?" he asked. Blaine shrugged, and Kurt briefly wondered if he was making Blaine uncomfortable with the way he was standing so close to him. Blaine had never been weird about physical contact before, but he knew that Sebastian had a bad habit of getting in the face of someone he was hitting on. He had seen it at Scandals way too often.

"He- Nothing, never mind. I'm just being stupid."

Kurt wanted to smack him, "You are not being stupid," Blaine blinked up at him, "Please just tell me? I swear, I'll stay right here, okay? I won't get mad."

Blaine sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and shook his head, "Yes you will."

"No, I swear, I won't."

A deep sigh, "It's- He just- He told me that he was going to... to um..." he gave Kurt a desperate look, "He basically insinuated that he wanted to do... things... with me."

"Blaine," Kurt practically growled, "What did he say."

"I don't really feel-"

Kurt wanted to scream, "Look, Blaine, I know Sebastian. There's no insinuating with him, alright? I know he was up front with you, and I really want to know what he said so that I know how badly to beat his face in."

"You said you wouldn't be mad," Blaine pleaded, his eyes watering slightly. Kurt felt some of his anger escape him at the sight, feeling horrible for being the one who made Blaine look like that.

"Okay," he took a step back so that he was no longer touching Blaine, "This time I really won't get mad. But please, I need you to tell me exactly what he said," he crouched down slightly, his hands going to Blaine's knees. Blaine looked away again.

"He-" Blaine cleared his throat, "He said he'd... um... he said he'd f-fuck my-" his voice cracked, "My t-tight virgin ass until I forgot a-about you."

Kurt didn't realize he had tightened his grip on Blaine's knees until the boy placed his hands gently over his. Those words sounded so wrong coming from Blaine's mouth, completely foreign. He slackened his hold and took deep breaths. He told Blaine he wouldn't be mad, he promised Blaine he wouldn't be- "I'm going to rip his fucking throat out."

"Kurt!"

"I'm sorry, I know I said-" he shook his head, stood up and stepped in close to Blaine again, "You know it's him I'm mad at, right? I'm not mad at you at all."

Blaine still looked close to tears, "I know. I just didn't tell you so that you'd beat him up," he mumbled. Kurt sighed and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Blaine's lips. As every time that morning, they were unresponsive.

"What did you say to him?" Kurt whispered, pulling away, "when he said that to you, how did you respond?"

"I-" Blaine took a deep breath and then shrugged lamely, "I said that if anybody was going to do... What he said, that it was going to be you." Kurt felt his heart soar at that, "And then I told him to leave me alone."

Kurt could stop the smile that spread across his lips at that, and he also couldn't stop himself from leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Blaine pulled away as soon as he did, his eyes going to the corner of his room and a flush appearing on his cheeks. Kurt froze. "Something else happened," he whispered, and he felt the hitch in Blaine's breath against his lips. He pulled away carefully.

"Wh-What? No, it-"

"You haven't been kissing me back," Kurt said quietly, "Blaine, I need you to tell me what happened. I know you don't want me to kick Sebastian's ass, but whatever he did obviously really affected you," he noticed Blaine swallowing thickly, "Please? I won't hurt him, I just... I need to know."

Blaine watched him carefully before he lowered his eyes, his fingers basically tearing a hole into the hem of his shirt, "You won't want me anymore," he spoke so quietly that Kurt almost didn't hear him. Kurt didn't want to assume the worst, he really didn't, but it was so hard with the way Blaine looked like he was going to cry.

"Blaine. Blaine, look at me," hesitantly, the boy did so, "I will always want you."

It was like he had somehow broken Blaine. One second he had been staring up at Kurt, worry etched into his features, and the next he was clutching him close as soft sniffles escaped his lips. Kurt wrapped his arms around him without any hesitation. He hated that somehow, things always came back to Blaine crying; especially when Sebastian was involved. He hated that someone he used to consider his best friend had caused so much pain.

"Honey," he whispered, the pet name escaping his lips before he could even think about it, "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me, okay? I mean, I'd love if you did, but if it's going to make you feel like shit then-"

Blaine looked up from where he'd pressed his face against Kurt's stomach, eyes wet and cheeks stained with tears, his lips parted slightly and whispered, "He kissed me."

If it hadn't been for the crying boy clinging to him, Kurt would have already been half way to Dalton. As it was, he forced himself to be there for Blaine as the boy pressed himself as close to Kurt as he could, as if he were trying to disappear inside him. His hands fell down to Blaine's hair and he ran his fingers through them lightly, hoping the action would calm the boy down.

"Blaine," he whispered, worried of upsetting him further, "why would you think I wouldn't want you?"

Blaine looked up at him, large amber eyes full of tears. Kurt crouched down again and cupped Blaine's face with his hands. Blaine looked down, wet his lips, and sniffled a bit, rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, "I-I thought you liked that I'd never been with anyone. I don't know, I just-"

Kurt leaned forward and pressed a feather soft kiss to Blaine's forehead, "I think we need to have a serious discussion about your self esteem issues."

"I don't..."

"You do. Come here," he tangled his fingers with Blaine's and led him towards the bed. They fell on it together and Kurt shifted until he was on his side, facing Blaine, "Now, I need you to explain to me your reasoning for thinking that I wouldn't want you after an asshole kissed you against your will."

Blaine shrugged, moving so that he was on his side facing Kurt as well, "I don't know. It was just a thought. It's stupid."

Kurt shuffled closer to him, "That's what I'm talking about. You always say 'it's stupid' like I won't want to hear what you have to say. But I do, Blaine. When have I ever thought anything you've said is stupid?" Blaine avoided his gaze, his cheeks colouring. He didn't say anything, "Exactly."

"Well, maybe you just never said it out loud..."

"Do you really think that's something I would keep from you? I'm always completely honest with you, and you know that because I've made you uncomfortable with my honesty on more than one occasion," he counted it as a small victory that Blaine's lips twitched upwards at that, "It's really hard for me when you say things like that Blaine. Because I never know if you're feeling shitty about yourself or if you honestly think that I'm going to walk away because of something like that."

Blaine shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, I trust you a lot. But I keep thinking, and I know you're so amazing and gorgeous and experienced and I'm just this stupid kid who has no idea what he's doing. I... It's not you, really."

"I need you to promise me something," Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand tightly, "I need you to promise that you'll stop using the word 'stupid' to describe yourself," Blaine's brow furrowed, "I think it's something that you don't do on purpose, maybe it's because you see yourself that way, I don't know, but I don't want you to tell me that something you think is stupid, or something you're feeling is stupid or that anything you do is stupid. You're not stupid, you've never been stupid, and it hurts me when you talk about yourself like that."

Blaine's eyes were watering with fresh tears and Kurt saw him swallow sharply, "I thought you wouldn't want me because if I were you I wouldn't want me," he spoke the words quietly, barely a whisper, and Kurt wondered if Blaine even realized he had said anything.

"What do you mean?" he asked, just as quietly.

"You just seem so much older. You act so grown up, and you do grown up things like drink and smoke and have s-sex, and the only experience I have with that stuff was the one time that I accidentally ate a special brownie. I just don't fit into your world, and the only thing I can see that would attract you to me is that I'm this untouched virgin; but now someone else touched me and-"

Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's hand, "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not with you because I want sex?" Blaine shrugged, "Okay, look, this isn't something that's just going to solve itself. We're going to keep talking about this, and I really want you to talk to your father about it too," Blaine opened his mouth to protest, but Kurt silenced him, "I know you think that I'm really mature, but I'm not. I have no idea how to make you see yourself the way I see you. Which is why I want you to actually talk to an adult, alright?"

Blaine nodded slowly and tightened his grip on Kurt's hand, "There's one more thing," he whispered. Kurt hummed, leaning forward to press his forehead to Blaine's, "Sebastian when... When I say that someone else has touched me I mean as in... He touched me."

Kurt inhaled sharply through his nose, "Where?"

"Just my butt," Blaine said quietly, "And he pressed himself against me so that I could feel his... You know," he leaned in closer to Kurt, "Are you mad?"

"Am I mad?" he tried to keep the anger out of his voice, but judging by Blaine's wince it didn't work, "Blaine, I'm very mad. But not at you, I'm mad at him. He just doesn't understand what-" he let out a low growl. Blaine glanced up so that he was staring into Kurt's eyes. Kurt sighed and brought the hand not laced with Blaine's up to the smaller boys cheek, "I'm so sorry he did that."

Blaine bit his lip and then quietly said, "I wish it had been you."

Kurt's eyebrows flew up, "You wish I had sexually harassed you at a public pharmacy?" Blaine giggled softly, and the sound was like music to Kurt's ears.

"No. I wish... I wish you were the first guy to touch my butt. And to press up against me," he blushed as he spoke, "I guess now I understand why you felt so dirty when he kissed you before our date."

Kurt rubbed soft circles into Blaine's skin, "You're not dirty. He's dirty for not knowing where lines are until he crosses them." He sighed and then said quietly, "Look, I know you don't want me to, so I swear I won't beat him up," Blaine smiled up at him, "but I will be having stern words with him. Does that sound okay?" Blaine nodded, "And promise me you'll talk to your dad? I just hate that you feel so bad about yourself."

Blaine pursed his lips and then shrugged, "I got you, didn't I? There's must be something about me that managed that."

"Yeah. You," he leaned forward, going to kiss Blaine, but stopped only centimetres away from his lips, "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, remembering how Blaine had reacted to his kisses earlier in the day. Blaine looked between Kurt's eyes and then nodded cautiously. Slowly, Kurt closed the distance between them, and this time when his lips pressed to Blaine's the boy responded in kind, moving his lips gently against Kurt's.

When they separated, he asked quietly, "How long am I allowed to stay here?"

"As long as you'd like," Blaine replied. Kurt nodded and went in for another kiss.


Kurt spent the rest of the day curled up with Blaine in the smaller boys bed, whispering the things he liked about him in his ear as often as he could and trading soft, lazy kisses. At one very memorable point Blaine had taken his hand and brought it down to his ass, saying that he didn't want Sebastian to be the last person to have touched him that way. Kurt wanted to protest, but Blaine had thrust his tongue into his mouth, and his hand had squeezed on muscle memory, and the feel of Blaine Hummel's ass under his hand had been so unbelievable that he'd kept his hand there for at least an hour.

That had been how Quinn and Puck found them, kissing softly while Kurt's hands (he'd moved the second one to join the first after the first ten minutes of making out) massaged Blaine's ass. Puck had smirked, Quinn had looked scandalized, and Kurt had left the three alone to talk for a few seconds.

His phone buzzed during that time, and when he pulled it out he saw it was a text from Chandler. He hadn't heard from him for a long time, and he rolled his eyes slightly when he read the message.

I know you're probably busy having sex with that Hummel guy Smythe's been bitching about, but if you can take your dick out of his ass for ten seconds to confirm that you're coming to my party this weekend, that would be great. -C

Kurt wanted to tell Chandler to stuff it, but he really did want to go to the party and he figured that if he said anything rude he'd probably get uninvited. He texted back a simple Will Sebastian be there? and then went back to trying not to eavesdrop as Blaine talked to Puck and Quinn in his room.

Chandler texted back with Of course, there's gonna be booze. Kurt sighed. Again, he really wanted to go to the party, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand Sebastian for longer than he needed to. Besides, he was sort of worried as to what Chandler would say and/or try with him. He tapped his phone against his lips and then thought screw it and texted back I'll be there, just give me the time.

The door opened, and Kurt slipped his phone into his pocket, smiling when he saw Blaine standing in the doorway, "Sorry," he mumbled, "They thought you were corrupting me."

Kurt snorted, "The pregnant couple thinks I'm corrupting you?" Blaine blushed and shrugged, giving Kurt a small smile.

"Do you want to formally meet them? I know you've already met Puck but..." Blaine widened his eyes, fluttered his eyelashes, gave Kurt the widest smile he'd ever seen, and how the hell was he supposed to say no to that?

"Absolutely."


It turned out that Puck and Quinn were two sides of the same coin. Both obviously cared about Blaine very deeply, but the way they showed it was completely different. As soon as he'd stepped foot into the room Quinn had threatened him with bodily harm if he ever hurt Blaine or moved too fast. Puck had smirked, shook his hand and then pulled him close and whispered, "Get it," in his ear. Blaine had blushed at their antics and tried to shoo them out of the room, but Kurt assured him that it was fine.

He spent the rest of the day at Blaine's house with the three friends, watching movies and explaining to Puck (many times) that no, not every boy that attended Dalton was gay and that no, they didn't have orgies every other weekend.

By the time that 9:30pm rolled around, Kurt felt as if he'd been a part of the trio forever. He'd never met anybody as mismatched as they seemed to be, but somehow they worked together. They were constantly talking, and the only awkward moment was when Puck mentioned something that David Karofsky had said and Blaine excused himself to go to the bathroom. Other than that though it was a perfect evening.

Eventually though, Kurt had to leave. When he announced that to the others he received a pout from Blaine, a bro-fist from Puck and a tight hug from Quinn. After he had said his goodbyes to his two new friends he glanced at Blaine and nodded his head towards the door. Blaine smiled widely and loudly said that he would walk Kurt to his car. Puck and Quinn snickered at that, and Puck yelled something about condoms as they left the house.

As soon as they were out of Puck and Quinn's sight, Blaine sighed loudly, "I swear those two..."

The comment made Kurt grin and he bumped shoulders with Blaine playfully, "What? They're great! I can understand why you're such good friends with them."

"I wonder about that sometimes," Blaine rolled his eyes, and then opened the front door for Kurt. The action made Kurt feel warmth spread from his face to his toes and he winked at Blaine as he walked by, just to make the boy blush. It worked.

"Well, personally I think it's amazing that you have such good friends." He replied, slipping his arm around Blaine's waist as they made their way to Kurt's car, "You guys are like siblings."

Blaine snorted, "That would be a bit awkward, wouldn't it, with the whole pregnancy issue."

"Smartass." Kurt pulled him closer, leaning his head against Blaine's. They walked in silence the rest of the way to the car, Kurt listening to the smaller boy's breathing and feeling his heart beating. Being at Blaine's side, simply holding him close, it made Kurt feel like he'd never felt before. He couldn't quite identify the feeling yet, but it completely overwhelmed him.

When they reached his car, Kurt pulled Blaine close to him and hugged him tightly. Blaine immediately responded, wrapping his arms around Kurt as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Maybe it was.

"What are you doing this weekend?" Blaine asked quietly, his voice muffled by Kurt's shoulder. Kurt bit his lip and briefly considered telling Blaine that he had no plans, and then texting Chandler to cancel. In the end he decided not to; Chandler had been avoiding him at school and he really needed an excuse to talk to the boy. They needed to have a conversation that was long overdue.

"Warbler party," he replied, taking a small step back so that he could look into Blaine's face while keeping his arms around him. Blaine pouted, which made Kurt want coo and give Blaine anything he wanted at the same time. The boy was just too cute, "I promised I'd go. I'm sorry."

Blaine sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and then asked, "Who's all going to be there?"

After a mental calculation, Kurt said, "Basically all the Warblers, plus Sam – he's dating Jeff, I think I've mentioned them before – and of course Chandler will be there. Maybe some girls from our sister school. But other then that..."

"Chandler will be there?" Kurt frowned, tightening his hold on Blaine.

"Yes. It's at his house."

His lip back in his mouth (and really, that's not where it belonged, it belonged in Kurt's mouth), Blaine stared up at Kurt for a few seconds before he released his lip and then asked quietly, "Can I come?"

Kurt could see the wheels turning in Blaine's head, and he wasn't entirely sure that he was liking the result, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Because, you just got assaulted by Sebastian, who will, by the way, be there."

Blaine huffed slightly and took a step back so that he was out of Kurt's arms, "Won't it be good for me though? To see him and confront him, for him to see us together and see that it doesn't matter what he does he's not getting in between us?"

Kurt stepped towards him and cupped his face in his hands gently, "Yes, those are all fantastic ideas. But Blaine, the party is this weekend. Literally three days away." Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"So?"

"So I think that maybe you should give it a bit more time. I mean... You were sort of shook up about it earlier."

Blaine sighed loudly, "But that's why I want to go, see? Weren't you saying that I have self-esteem issues?" Hesitantly, Kurt nodded, "Well, this is my way of dealing with them. Take me to the party."

This was a bad idea. Kurt knew this was a bad idea. Absolutely, one hundred percent, was completely aware of the fact that this was a horrible idea.

"Fine," he said, "but you're not allowed out of my sight for the entirety of it. And if Sebastian tries anything I reserve the rights to beat the shit out of him."

Blaine smiled widely, "Deal," and then he threw himself at Kurt, crashing their lips together in a wonderful, completely bittersweet kiss. Kurt sighed internally and then kissed back, unable to do anything else.